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Byline: Paul Greenberg
April is the saddest month, mixing - no, not memory and desire, as the poet said - but taxes and, even more irksome, tax forms. Despite the perennial foofaraw in Washington about whether and how much to cut taxes, what really drives people crazy is the paperwork. Even if folks have an accountant, and by now 80 percent of us rely on a tax preparer or at least a computer program, it's still a wearing process. It's like attacking a puzzle to which, often enough, there is no clear answer. It's enough to take the bloom out of April in even these dogwood-blessed latitudes. Last year about this time, a businessman friend told me that what really got to him this time of year wasn't having to pay his taxes, but how long it took him to understand - well, to try to …